Being a chronic tree climber as a child, I was always being scratched or stabbed or bruised by errant branches and rough bark.
The next day at school, there’d be a parade of said scratches with proclamations and details of how they all came about. Each friend would have the opportunity to display and brag until all new physical scars were ... continue reading

Last weekend, I was entertaining friends who had stopped by the house for a coffee and a catch up.
Once we settled down into our comfortable banter, the conversation soon turned to their latest mountain biking adventure where they described in detail the terrain and effort needed to complete the course.
The route included steep uphills where ... continue reading